A few friends, all the travel books and what little I know about the book Eat. Pray. Love suggested that the best of Bali was to be found down the road less travelled. That road took me to a world I did not expect.
My boyfriend and I were confused for straight men pretty much everywhere we went in Bali.
'Massage, sir? You want happy massage?'
My boyfriend turns around to the Balinese woman offering 'regular' massages to passer-bys, but a 'special' one to him.
'No thanks,' he says. 'I'm gay'.